The
photo shows a map. A map
of Rome. You stand off to one side.
Someone else stands just behind
the map covered to just below
the knees. That one must be me.
Although I cannot really tell,
the trousers below the catacombs
are familiar. The Tiber flows
across my crotch. You and I must
both be holding the map. But why
am I the only one within all seven
hills, St. Peter's, the Coliseum?
Richard
Weber recently retired as humanities professor at Southampton
College. Recent volumes of poetry include Moving Pictures (Birnham
Wood Graphics, Northport NY) and Beard Poems (Karma Dog Editions,
Ridge NY)
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